John Scully

From yon far country blows, 'His many ways.'

To overcome the bounds of timefrom the humility of mind, we kneel before the tabernacleof bread and wine.

And in the presence of God at leastwe try the Sacrifice of Calvary, and genuflect for a deeper thirstwith morning prayers for peace.

A simple smile to see a new daygentle calling to meet and welcomeChrist his son in his busyness'Well then', all is not lost we gladly pray.

And when in those July dayssmall apples fall ready for the cider press, and purple grapes shelter from the chilly windsHe shall come to bless his Heaven on earth, and we shall declare his gloryfor the wonder of 'his many ways'.